Arya proceeds slowly, her every footstep soft and deliberate, gripping the sword with one hand and trailing another along the wall of the cave, making sure that she's sticking to one route and not getting lost in the maze of caverns. A silver parachute is tied tightly around her left arm, to bandage a wound there, and it glints in the dim light. Her pack is filled with food from the mouth of the caves, and her eyes are still red from the tears that had stung her face after hearing the cries of the jabber jays.

When she sees Sam ahead of her she presses herself against the wall of the cave, concealing herself in shadow as best she can, then tiptoes toward him, hoping to catch him off guard. She knows her chances against a full grown man would be very limited otherwise.